America Blog Epic I Free Speech poetry

Epic I

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Be one with our Sun.

Embrace nergy so that we may lead.

Show our brothers and siters, other wordly inhabitors,

that Terra Nova is truly never free

We can show, our neighboring countries our grand unity,

and enforce a world with no poverty.

Look out into the sky.

Lets show Terra Nova the way.

Lets push, lets believe in a true unity.

Lets travel, let us? Let us never let go of the sun.

Lets put down our arrows, and lead our chosen one.

Free the world’s, our worlds volume.

Lets plant up, patch up her wombs.

Lets not force her own vacuum.

Lets be pioneers, and lets travel beyond our years.

As if she knew she were not moving,

lets travel with her, without fear.

We can’t lose face of the sun,

even if we tried, for we’re not smart enough,

and if we have, I know we’ve never tried.

Imagine a world with untaxed energy,

everything would be booming, and beautiful, and free.

Of our nations, if its seven scientists say,

at least one nation can try and lead the way.

A full functional nation powered by our sun,

so that every nation can learned to be powred by one.

If not true unity and peace, or a frontier,

why are we convoluting our own fear?

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North America

A journeyman is how it all started.

What was I? Who was I? How could I?

I didn’t know, and no one taught me.

So I learned, and I became more than me.

I became a whole other identity.

Look at me, but you don’t care. So I stare, you bear thee.

The economy isn’t what I should be so focused on.

But lifting dreams, and moving beams. I’m not lost.

I’m not myself.

Marvel, and the likes of comic books have made me develop a world that,

well, I guess it’s just a book of poems now.

The greatest book of poems ever.

I didn’t mean to hurt anyone on my path.

And if I did, I’m sorry. I love North America.

I am an American of The United States of America,

but I love North America.

I love the continents, all of them truly.

But does it matter, Bran? Does one care?

I don’t know, because I am so held back. . . .

Now I’m Brandon Builder.